Its All Natural ..

The winds, the rains, the sunny days are natural,

The fragrance of flowers, the smell of ours is natural.

Falling in love and broken hearts are natural.

Many people travel on the same boat,

The water on which it floats is natural.

It seems mostly your crush is looking at you,

Illusions instill even if your feelings are true.

The winds favor it, the rains favor it,

And even the sunny days do so.

You fall in love, and yes you believe in love.

You date each other, probably wait for each other.

You surrender yourself, commit blunders as well.

The places you both have been together once

Are most beautiful of their kind,

But the day you both broke up,

Every such place makes you a victim of uneasiness,

May it be a windy or rainy or sunny day.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

Certain grudges occupy our time,

We are not, yet we say, “I am fine”.

What-so-ever be the season,

They knock us holding strong reason,

And your blank face seems unread,

Things fade out if not been dead.

Every natural cycle plays their role,

Seems dubious yet without any loop hole.

Leaving behind the past within sealed pages,

Few not-so-red roses, an empty cup of coffee,

A sweet giggle behind the broken crockery.

And we wish to start again with fresh pages,

Which look alike,

Without any broken circle of coffee,

Without any fragrance of roses.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

We move on, or pretend we have moved on,

We turn ourselves busy, or act very lazy,

To avoid any thought of loneliness,

And fill such voids with craziness.

Naturally nature knows what to be done,

You tried your best, now its time’s turn.

Now sms packs are just for friends,

Romantic ringtones are out of trend,

Even parties go on without excuses,

Although our heart do not easily fuses.

Chaos made a settlement with busy routine,

We realize there’s nothing wrong in being little mean.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

Every human carry a heart with four chambers,

Which secretly desires someone to pamper,

But the mind halts these desires on the way,

May it be a windy or rainy or sunny day.

We are the products so natural,

Our reactions need to be natural.

Plethora of emotions still shrewdly reside,

Sometimes we share, and mostly we hide.

They make us jealous, they make us cry,

They flow with anger, and stop at eyes.

They instantly push us to laugh out loud,

They bear the will to make us feel proud.

They play wisely with heart and mind,

They make us cruel, they make us kind.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

Sometimes we wish to know us more,

And we find numerous things to adore,

Which we skipped while running behind others,

But now the bird will sing for its new feathers.

The melodious songs to the new beginning,

Holding hopes for the new inning,

Still a huge part of sky is left for exploration,

Let’s start again with bursting devotion.

Who knows when you will fall in again,

And that’s the beauty of this natural game.

The winds, the rains, the sunny days are natural,

The fragrance of flowers, the smell of ours is natural.

Falling in love and broken hearts are natural.

Many people travel on the same boat,

The water on which it floats is natural.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

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Who knows when you will fall in again,

And that’s the beauty of this natural game.

A Saturday Night

A blind shudder,

Following the golden drops,

Forced the transparent ones,

To leave me,

As pearls do,

But without any expectation...

A soothing lie,

Over the fling so true,

Words below the running glue,

To get back you,

As the shell wished,

But without any restriction...

A Saturday night,

Before the guitarist’s pride,

Holding chaos so live,

To feel you,

As art desires,

But without any iteration...

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Yeh Zindagi..

Zindagi tu hi bata tujhse kya kaam lu,

Tu badi shaatir hai bas yahi jaan lu,

Kabhi toh deti hai khote sikke bhi sajake,

Kabhi deti hai sunhare sikkhe dabake.

Kabhi khushi mein maut ka ehsaas deti hai,

Aur kabhi tanhaai mein lambi raat deti hai,

Kabhi ishq mohabbat k vichaar bharti hai,

Chhot dil pe de, dimaag pe malhum malti hai.

Yeh zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek kadam chalo iski aur,

Yeh dhhodne ko taiyaar hai!!

Koi kissi k bin marta nahi,

Par khone ka ghum toh khalta hai,

Ek tez dhor mein sab chhodna chahe,

Par zindagi se ulajh hi padhte hai.

Din k thahake aur raat k sannate,

Kuchh kahi aur kuchh ankahii baatein,

Har karwat pe tasveer palat ti hai,

Yeh kahani zindagi ki yuhi badhti hai.

Yeh zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek baar isse chuke dekho,

Yeh machalne ko taiyaar hai!!

Bandar c uchhle yaha se waha,

Kab ki hatheli saaf pata na pada,

Aesa tamashe zindagi dikhati hai,

Ki noch bhi de par hassi hi aati hai.

Aasuo ko chupana bahkhoob sikhati hai,

Badadappn k naam pe ehsaas chupwati hai,

Chidiya ghar k aakarshan c zindagi,

Bheegi billi k bhi nakhuun chhilwaati hai.

Yeh Zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek hisse mein ittr khole,

Har kona mehkaane ko taiyaar hai!!

Our Time ..

When my lid kissed my lid,

You knew that I lied,

Behind your reflection,

You figured that I cried.

You always knew when I was sad,

And you knew what to be said.

And then one day we separated,

Never since then had we ever debated.

When today I cleared my friends’ fight,

With the flow of my thoughts,

I just realized,

It’s you who made me so wise.

You knew how much I was afraid,

Of complications within relations,

But you accepted it beautifully,

And bought me new definitions.

That was the time when I was I,

That was the time when you were mine,

Dropped in the past I still find it so,

In my smiles, and in my lies,

In my best, and in my worst,

In my breath, it’s you who rest.

On the roads we walked together,

Are still so white.

On the nerds we laughed together,

Are still so white.

And it’s your light I just wish to gather,

But it gone to be a long night.

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When I was I, when you were mine,

That was the time, our time.

( And with this, I finish my last note of 2010.

Your comments awaited!!

Happy New Year In Advance) :)

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Mann buddhi se jujhta hu,

Farji baatein poochhta hu,

Idhar udhar ki chuppi mein,

Lekh hazaro likhta hu ..

Karvato pe hasta Hu,

Karvato pe rota hu,

Idhar udhar k sannato mein,

Kuchh saanse bhool sota hu ..

Tu hase toh jalta hu,

Na hase toh darta hu,

Idhar udhar ki baton mein,

Tujhe samet chalta hu ..

Tere didaar ko tarasta hu,

Nazre mile toh bhagta hu,

Idhar udhar k nazaro mein,

Swapn rog se ladta hu ..

Tere saamne khoob banta hu,

Beshak mehfilo mein thithorta hu,

Idhar udhar sab jodo mein,

Main akela kaha jachta hu ..

Jujhta hu, pocchta hu,

Jalta hu, darta hu,

Idhar udhar sab bhool,

Tujhe khud me hi rakhta hu ..

Suicidal

Alas! My tears aren’t dry alone,

Even my smile does carry the same genre.

The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Speaking out load, routinely hang-outs,

Craze for social sites, plea for love bites,

Every scene turning out to be a dried desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a struggling fire.

I toss a coin, it shows me life,

I toss it again until it refers to suicide.

I pen down few last words, and then I realize,

On either side of the coin, it’s you and your voice!

I wish to hear you one last time,

Before anyone could spot the lovely grime,

But it follows,”Damn it! Pick up my call”,

And an untouched leaf is ready to fall.

A dance in rain, funny smile in pain,

Utterance of “nothing”, and mute disdain,

Every scene bringing out a fake desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a timid lair.

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The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!